As long as she doesn't violate the pre-nup, she can live on in trust fund heaven now.
The Bostonian Drunkard's maternal grandfather apparently put some pretty tight reins on the trust funds for the Bostonian Drunkard; it's under control of his mother and her brother apparently, and the Bostonian Drunkard doesn't get it until his maternal ancestress kicks the bucket (although the way the Bostonian Drunkard is decrepiting, his mother might outlast him).
But one wonders if by marrying, the Bostonian Drunkard might get freer access to at least some of the funds (I dunno; trust funds are something I've never dealt with, excepting as a minor of 17 years old, and that was only for a year, and it was nothing the scale of the Bostonian Drunkard). The beer industry might be waxing fat and prosperous, if that's the case.
If you've seen the latest photographs of the wedding, on the post stickied to the top here in the DUmpster, I'm wondering if anyone else is seeing the same thing I'm seeing. The Bostonian Drunkard resembles no one more than Nikita Khrushchev (the benign side) and Lavrenty Beria (the malignant side).
The guy's a ugly ****.